Peck was standing with a sneering grin on his face behind the still naked, kneeling L.T. Two of his black clad henchmen were standing at parade rest in the far corner of the room. From my vantage point at the doorway, the lieutenant was in profile, and I could see that his wrists and ankles had been bound together behind him. Reddish purple bruises in the areas of the ropes indicated that he had not been passive in his bondage. He looked over at me as I was led into the room, and I could see the contusions on his face, the swollen lip and the trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth.
"Ahh, look!" Peck reached down and grabbed L.T. by the hair, pulling his head back. "It's your little friend." He walked over to me as Dieter stepped around, pulling my arms painfully behind my back. "I'm glad you could join us. You see," he began, glancing over at L.T. before turning back to me, "we've been having a bit of a problem."
Reaching into one of the front pockets of his black BDU style trousers, Peck pulled out several of the metallic rings like I had seen on Berlaski, still open at the hinge. He held them out to me in his palm. "Amazing devices, actually. They were designed and manufactured specifically for me by a Japanese firm. Very clever minds, those Japanese; they can do anything with electronics." A grin spread across his face. "But, unfortunately, they have a somewhat limited conception of the male genitalia." Peck looked at the devices in his palm, the smile fading to a rueful expression. He picked out one of the rings with his other hand. "They made three sizes. This is the largest." He held it up in front of my face. From this proximity, I could see two small cone shaped projections, one inside each half of the open ring in the middle of the arc. They were obviously the electrodes. "Up until now, they have proved more than adequate," Peck continued. Then, looking over at L.T., he repeated, "Up until now."
I glanced at Lieutenant Brown, sweat matting the fur on is naked chest, his pendulous cock and balls hanging thickly between his thighs. He had a sneer on his face and spat in Peck's direction. Peck ignored the small act of defiance and turned back to me. "You see, his equipment exceeds even the most ample of our controllers." Peck's face took on a questioning look, his head tilted slightly, "Does it make you scream when he fucks you?" He was taunting now, goading me. "Or have you been sufficiently utilized to accommodate him?"
My face burned with anger, as I heard L.T.'s voice, quiet, slow and menacing. "You perverse slime. You've got me. Let my men go free." Apparently, L.T. didn't yet understand the nature or scope of Peck's operation. None of us were to go 'free'. We all now had a price on our heads.
"Ah, now, you see," Peck began, replacing the two smaller rings into his pocket as he turned to L.T., "it is precisely that sense of responsibility that I'm counting on." Peck snapped his fingers and his two cohorts came from the corner, each grabbing one of my ankles. My arms were pulled higher up my back in Dieter's powerful grip, supporting my body weight as my legs were splayed wide, allowing free access to my cock and balls. Peck directed his attention back to me, grabbing my balls with his free hand, and continued addressing the lieutenant, "In fact, loyalty and responsibility may prove an even stronger motivational tool than these could ever be." Saying this, he slipped the metal ring under my nutsack and, in spite of my best efforts to break free, brought the top half of the circle over old Snake and snapped it together, collaring my manhood in its tight constraint. The two cone shaped electrodes jabbed painfully into the skin, and I could feel Snake starting to distend as blood was trapped by the constricting band. Peck released his grip, stepping over to the kneeling L.T., and removed from another pocket one of the keypads I had seen Larsen use on Private Berlaski. "Release him," Peck said to the men securing me.
Instinct took over as my extremities were freed. In one continuing movement, I pivoted on my right foot, my left fist connecting with the jaw of the man at my left ankle, as my left heel collided with the temple of the man at my right. Completing the turn, I drove my right elbow into Dieter's midsection. I headed toward Peck, propelled by animalism and pure adrenaline.
A searing pain of electric fire knifed into my groin, bringing me to my knees just microseconds before exploding into white hot torment in my head. Momentarily disoriented, I shook my head and quickly glanced down at old Snake, a vague fear of discovering my nuts severed from my body and lying in a smoldering mass on the floor between my knees. Relieved at finding myself intact, I looked up to see Peck still holding out the control pad, a wicked sneer on his face.
L.T.'s eyes were wide, his mouth agape. He looked up at Peck standing beside him. "Enough, you sadistic sonuvabitch!" His face was red, eyes blazing. "You've made your point. I'll do whatever you want."
I started to stand, "NO! Lieutenant, you can't . . ." Another bolt struck into the center of my being, knocking me back to my knees.
I heard L.T.'s voice shouting through the pain, "Stop it! STOP IT, you fucking piece of malignant shit!" He was pulling at the ligatures binding his wrists and ankles, causing fresh abrasions. The veins on his neck stood out like ropes as he gritted his teeth in exertion. "I fucking SAID I would cooperate!"
Peck brought the control unit down to his side, but still pointed in my direction. "Yes," he grinned, grabbing L.T.'s hair with his free hand, "so you did."
L.T.'s face was like granite, his broad shoulders and bulging arms shaking in futile rage. "Just what the fuck do you want?"
Peck, still grinning, petted L.T.'s head as if he were a dog. "Now that we understand each other, I think we can dispense with those ropes." He nodded to one of the men who went over and cut the bonds that hog-tied L.T. "Please don't attempt anything foolish. Each of my men also possesses a keypad. Is that clear?"
"I understand," L.T. said as his hands and feet were released. He wiped at the trickle of drying blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Good," Peck replied. "Now stand up. At parade rest."
L.T. did as he was told, hands behind him, feet spread apart, his hair covered chest thrust out. He was the very epitome of a proud marine, and despite the circumstances, I felt honored to be serving under him.
Peck's eyes slowly travelled from the lieutenant's muscular thighs to his meaty cock and hefty balls, then upward past the narrowed, washboard abdomen to his broad, defined chest. Finally, looking into L.T.'s eyes, a sinister chuckle crawled from his throat.
"A fine specimen. I truly appreciate the care you have taken and the work you have put into your body." Peck ran the back of his right hand over Lieutenant Brown's hirsute chest as he replaced the control pad back into his pants pocket. "U.S. Marines always draw a good price, but you . . .,” he moved his hand down to cup the heavy nutsack as L.T. stood motionless, staring straight ahead, "you're going to exceed all my previous records."
I could see L.T.'s jaw muscles clenching, his chest rising in accelerated rhythm, and I knew that the only thing preventing him from lashing out was the metal ring surrounding old Snake. I knelt on the floor, helpless, knowing it was for my benefit only that he maintained his composure.
"Now then," Peck began, squeezing the egg sized balls in his fist, making L.T. wince in pain, "back on your knees, but keep your hands behind you." He released the lieutenant's nuts and began unbuckling his belt. "We're going to put that marine mouth of yours to work."
"NO!!", I shouted, springing to my feet. I lunged at Peck, then fell sprawling to the floor as the room turned white, searing pain radiating throughout my body from the cursed cockring. I heard Dieter laughing heartily behind me, and looked up to see L.T. already on his knees, face flushed, his eyes narrowed in hateful fury.
Peck looked casually in my direction. "That was extremely stupid," he said, continuing to open the fly of his black uniform trousers. "Even lab rats catch on to electric shock conditioning quicker than you do." Pushing his pants and briefs down to mid-thigh, he turned his attention back, with a sneer of contempt, to the kneeling, naked lieutenant at his feet.
Peck's shaft, although not as long as Dieter's, was thick with serpentine veins traversing its surface. Its bulbous head crept slowly from the sheathing foreskin as it stiffened, with a glistening drop of precum oozing from the pisshole. I watched from my position on the floor, the scorching pain still lingering in my groin, as Peck grabbed the base of his cock in one hand while placing the other on the back of L.T.'s head.
I looked around at Dieter standing behind me to see him holding the keypad, an evil grin on his face. "Give me a reason, asshole." His grin widened as he held out the remote. Viscous saliva caught in my throat as I turned back to see Peck pulling L.T. forward while sliding his cockhead over my C.O.'s face. Trails of slime left patterns in its wake as Peck continued to taunt the brawny lieutenant. "Let's see if we can get you to live up to the appellation of grunt. Whattaya say?"
Peck pressed his engorged prick against L.T.'s lips, smearing them with its seeping muck. "Open your fucking mouth."
The lieutenant's eyes were squeezed tight, his lips trembled in rage as they opened, allowing access to the intruding ramrod. The foreskin peeled back from the purplish glans as it crammed its way in. "And no teeth," Peck warned, "unless you want your sergeant's balls fried again."
Bitter, stinging bile burned at the back of my throat, and my stomach heaved as I watched Peck take one of L.T.'s ears in each hand. Then, suddenly pulling forward, he buried his cock to the hilt. The lieutenant's eyes opened wide, as a futile gagging shook his massive, furry chest.
I tried to look away, to shut out the act of carnal brutality occurring in front of me. But Dieter, standing directly behind me, grabbed my hair and forced me to watch. He rubbed his crotch on the back of my head and I could feel his swelling manhood straining against the fabric of his uniform trousers.
Peck continued to fuck L.T.'s face as Dieter rhythmically jabbed his bulging groin at the back of my head. I watched with hollow rage as L.T.'s nostrils flared, frantically fighting for oxygen between Peck's thrusts. But, through it all, in spite of the humiliating circumstances, my C.O. maintained a sense of pride and dignity. A wry smile crossed my face as I realized that no matter what they did to him, L.T. was not going to be broken, and my respect and admiration for the man grew even more.
Time became distorted as the rape dragged on. It seemed like an eternity before Peck began grunting in short, deep gasps. Then, after shooting his wad, he withdrew his fat, glistening cock and patted at L.T.'s cheek. "Not bad," Peck sneered. "With just a little more practice we'll turn you into a top-notch cocksucker."
L.T.'s expression was stone cold, but his eyes burned with fury as he puckered his lips and spat Peck's cum back into the man's face. "You sorry-assed pervert," L.T. growled with quiet menace, "your time's coming."
Peck's sneer turned to surprise as he wiped the slime from his face, then abruptly backhanded the kneeling Marine, snapping his head to the side. L.T. appeared unfazed, a trickle of fresh blood running from the corner of his mouth, which turned up into a grin. "Coming soon," he added, then wiped his lips with the back of his left hand.
Peck nodded to the two flunkies in the corner of the room, who came over and lifted L.T. to his feet, and held his arms tightly behind his back. "Dieter," Peck barked, looking at me, "bring your pet over here." Turning back to the hunky lieutenant, he continued, "They seem to be very close, these two." Going to a small cabinet, Peck took out a pair of handcuffs. "Perhaps we can help them out." As he said this, Peck snapped one of the cuffs around my left wrist. Reaching down with his right hand, Peck hoisted L.T.'s considerable ballsack and slipped half of the other cuff underneath. He closed the top half over the lieutenant's hefty manmeat and clicked it shut. "Practically inseparable," he grinned as he clicked the improvised cockring even tighter around L.T.'s manhood, trapping the blood inside as it became turgid, crawling down his thigh and brushing the back of my hand. The touch was electric, and I could feel Old Snake respond in his own metallic snare.
Peck gripped L.T.'s mammoth meat, barely able to completely encircle the circumference in his hand. I looked down, transfixed, as it continued to grow in the warmth of Peck's grasp. Until now I had only seen it flaccid, and even then it was impressive. Though I had fantasized about it, I never expected to actually see it in full glory. My breath caught in my chest as I willfully battled for control of Old Snake. I guess I really didn't have to worry. All eyes were centered on the awesome manmeat throbbing in Peck's fist.
L.T. took on an expression of contempt, his lips curled into a sneer as he looked directly into Peck's eyes. "You degenerate sonuvabitch," he spat. "What's your problem? You jealous?"
The corners of Peck's mouth quivered for a moment, whether out of anger or amusement, I couldn't determine. Releasing L.T.'s cock, he wiped his palm on the front of his shirt and looked over at Dieter. "Take them away," he said simply. Then, glancing briefly back at L.T. and me, he turned and left.
